The world turned slowly to the
grandfather’s clock
each hour or half marked
by a chime, cake, or both
and tea
for today will always be Sunday
a time to discuss the
latest deaths
of those we once knew,
and the current wrongs of the world
There’s only one day to go, so I guess I got away with it again. Good. Strike that one up to good fortune and a great team.
In other news, I received the best and most perfect wrap present.
She was outside looking in through the open door of the shop. He was inside. Stood clumsily, as though not used to wearing his body, or at least, not enjoying it. She smiled, and he looked nervously down, dying inside as she walked on.
I’ve been teaching my son how to count backwards, using counting songs.
Old MacDonald had an abattoir has proved useful.
Attention tol detail
The country is going into full lockdown again, because the infection rate is up.
In years to come, scholars may examine these snippety musings to see if they can distill any sense about what was going on, from the mind of an uncommon commoner.
For the avoidance of doubt, this will be a waste of a research grant.
They’d survived. Another year, another party, another full night of summer with everyone in the house. Even them.
The morning after the night before was, as ever, littered with regret. Bottles that had contained hope lay empty. Flat surfaces sullied. The smell of poor choices in the air.
Alice looked across the room to the mirror. Her reflection looked aghast to see her assessing it.